The Man Likes to Shock Little White Mice.

Written in Winter Quater of 1986, for my Behaviorial Psychology Professor at Western Washington University.

The Man Likes to Shock Little White Mice.

The Man likes to shock little white mice.
I tell him that it is not very nice,
instead I like to talk to mine
and they learn everything just fine.

You're crazy, he says of me.
Too lazy to learn, can't you see?
You'll never learn anything from me!
But my mice know better than he.

In knowledge, my mice are wealthy.
Compared to his, far more healthy.
They teach me what I need to know,
with their knowledge, my soul can grow.,

I know his knowldge has lied,
'cause all his white mice have died.
Mine are still healthy and living.
To me, of their knowledge, they keep on giving.

I've learned life's choosing between pain and pleasure,
and the attainment of wisdom is like a treasure.
All the while his mice are still in pain,
and it is only he who is going insane.

What will we have learned? What'll humanity gain?
From his plugging little white mice into an electric train?
Can we learn anything from mice about human behavior?
Perhaps, but instead we ough to learn more about...
                  ...Christ, our Savior!